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Notes- Guys, sorry for the huge delay. I had holidays and wanted to spend all of my time with my family. However, I did write up some stuff for the next chapter, but regardless, I mostly just hung out at home.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

James Potter was an early riser.

He could go to bed as late as he wanted and he would still rise at the crack of dawn. And today was not unlike any other.

Shouldering his expensive racing broom, James strode into the Potter's kitchen where his Mother was sitting at the table drinking a mug of tea and reading The Daily Prophet with a frown.

He propped his broom up against the wall beside the back door and kissed his Mother's cheek before sliding into a chair beside her, and ignoring the impatient noises coming from his stomach, pulled a large plate of eggs and sausages towards him.

"Good morning, dear. Sleep well?"

Mrs. Potter placed the newspaper beside her momentarily as she made eye contact with her son who grinned widely at her.

"Alright, I suppose. Where's Dad?"

His Mother rolled her eyes, but smiled none the less.

"He was called into the Ministry before you got up; I expect he should be home soon. It's only for a talk with Moody about the trainees," she explained as James tucked into his plate.

"Do you miss it?"

At the unexpected question, Mrs. Potter raised her eyebrows curiously.

"Miss what, dear?"

Swallowing his food, James said, "the Ministry. Have you ever considered going back?"

Mrs. Potter didn't respond straight away, she sipped her tea and finished off her toast with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"You know, I thought I would at the time, but after juggling work part time it just felt right to take time off to raise you. I wanted a family, and I soon learnt that you were a child that required a lot of attention. We couldn't take our eyes off of you," she answered with a smile and James chuckled lightly.

"I was that bad, wasn't I?"

She surprised him with the shake of a head.

"I wouldn't say you were bad, sweetheart; you were more of a challenge, especially for older parents."

Mrs. Potter glanced at him and shook her head slowly.

"And you still are," she added as she threw him a tea-towel and gave him a pointed look whilst tapping her chin.

James smirked at her as he caught the towel single-handedly and wiped his face with it, giving his mother a wink.

"Alas, how boring would your lives have been without me?"

She chuckled and patted his hand kindly.

"Admittedly, you gave us quite an interesting life, and still do, I assure you."

He was saved from answering when an unfamiliar brown barn owl came souring through the window, carrying a scroll tied to its clawed feet.

It landed on the table and dipped it's head into James' glass of orange juice as he scrutinized it carefully. When it looked up at him impatiently he recognised the wide, bright yellow eyes and frowned thoughtfully.

"What are you doing all the way out here, Twitch?" he asked as he untied the scroll and Twitch hooted appreciatively and nibbled on Mrs. Potter's leftover toast crust.

James unrolled the scroll slowly, unsure of what to find when he finally opened it. His Mother had become disinterested and had gone back to reading her newspaper when he finally finished fumbling with the bit of parchment.

Abandoning his plate, he flattened the parchment on the table and read the neat writing with his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. Twitch, having eyed off his eggs greedily, began pecking at his breakfast.

"Strange," he murmured to himself and his Mother looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"Something the matter, dear?"

James, having forgotten she was there, glanced up at her with a gloomy scowl.

"It's just… Lily Evans wants to meet up for lunch with me."

He was met with silence as Mrs. Potter tilted her head to the side with a mixed expression.

"The Lily Evans you have a crush on?"

James grimaced at her choice of words but nodded regardless.

"Yeah."

Mrs. Potter pushed her newspaper to the side and leaned towards him, clasping her hands together.

"The same Lily Evans you row with on a constant basis?"

James nodded again.

"That's the one."

"Well, that is strange indeed," she said quietly and James leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What should I do?" he asked and Mrs. Potter snorted in reply.

"How on earth should I know? It's your call."

He omitted an irritated hum as his Mother once again picked up The Daily Prophet and buried herself behind it.

"Well we don't exactly get along; I mean, the last time we spoke she very nearly threw me off the train."

Mrs. Potter rolled her eyes and silently thanked Merlin that she was hidden from view.

"What did you do to deserve that?"

James cleared his throat, his face slightly reddening.

"I may have called her a prude and tossed a chocolate frog in her hair."

He heard his Mother chuckle.

"I'm rather disappointed that she didn't follow through with her threat then."

James growled under his breath.

"I was just giving her a dose of her own medicine; she threw a pumpkin pie at my face at the end of term feast. My hair smelt like pumpkin for the entire next day because it refused to wash out!"

Mrs. Potter peaked around the edge of her paper, her eyes dancing with laughter as she fought to keep a straight face.

"And why did she do that?"

James opened his mouth but before he could retort, Twitch nipped at his finger irritably.

"Ouch! Look, it's not relevant," he said, sucking his finger and giving the owl a fierce glare. "The point is that she supposedly wrote to me to ask me if I wanted to join her for lunch. Do you not find that strange and out of character?"

Mrs. Potter sighed and shook her head at her son.

"James, you're old enough to make your own decisions for yourself. Perhaps she feels guilty, or-"

"Not a chance in hell! Evans is up to something, I'm sure of it. She's planning something and I'm not about to walk into her trap and come out looking like an idiot!"

"Fine, suit yourself. But this way you won't know what it is that she wants," his Mother said returning to her newspaper once more and wearing a smug look that could rival even his trademark Potter smirk.

James narrowed his eyes and groaned loudly, running his fingers through his hair furiously.

"Bloody women!" He exclaimed standing to take his plate over to the sink.

James waved a hand over his shoulder as he exited the kitchen clutching the letter in his hand, heading up the stairs to his room to inspect it further.

"Alright, have a nice time, love," Mrs. Evans said as Lily kissed her cheek and waved to her father before making her way out the front door. She got as far as the front porch when she noticed Petunia lounging on the porch swing re-reading bridal magazines.

Still feeling sore over the way she acted at dinner last night, Lily was going to ignore her until Petunia lazily looked up and called her name.

Lily sighed and turned to face her out of curiosity.

"You're spending a lot of time with that boy, you know."

She raised her eyebrows, having not expected Petunia to even bother mentioning Sirius at all.

"He's my friend."

Petunia shrugged nonchalantly.

"What about that Snape from Spinner's End?"

The disdain in her voice couldn't have been any more obvious and Lily gritted her teeth despite herself.

"What about him?"

Petunia raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow.

"Where is he? I hardly see him coming around here anymore."

Lily crossed her arms over her chest and failed to meet her sister's eyes.

"He hangs out with different people now," she said quietly and Petunia frowned.

"I thought you were best friends?"

Lily shrugged and turned away, making her way down the steps.

"So did I," was all she said and before she could close the front gate, Petunia leapt off the swing and leant over the rails, clutching them with her freshly manicured nails.

"You'll be careful, Lily, won't you? That boy, he… Never mind," she trailed off, and Lily turned to meet her gaze.

"Sirius is my friend, Tuney. He's okay once you get to know him," she said and Petunia shrugged.

"I just… Don't go getting into any trouble, that's all."

Lily nodded and waved goodbye, setting off down the path and Petunia watched her go with twisted lips and suspicious eyes.

Sirius sat up and stretched his arms over his head, omitting a loud yawn as he did. His eyes blinked into focus as he sat up and swung his legs around to the side of his bed, running his fingers through his hair and untangling it.

He ignored the blonde still sleeping in the bed beside him and pulled on a pair of discarded trousers and a slim t-shirt that fit him snugly. He laced up his sneakers and snatched his sunglasses from beside his bed and made his way from the room quietly, checking the time on his watch as he did.

Excellent timing, he thought to himself. He was due to meet Lily at the café down the road in ten minutes.

Seizing an apple from the bowl on the table, he bit into it hungrily as he shut the apartment door behind him and felt for his wand in his pocket. He flicked it at the door handle and strode away, pocketing his wand as the lock clicked loudly after him.

Lily sat at a table outside in the sun, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth. It was a nice change to the sticky heat they had had the last week. If she hadn't heard the commotion behind her of the waitress dropping the tray of drinks then Lily wouldn't have turned around and laid eyes on Remus Lupin who was apologising profusely to the woman.

Getting to her feet, Lily strode over to the shaggy haired boy who was blushing as he helped the waitress clean up the broken china.

"Please sir, its fine," the waitress repeated over and over, however, Remus couldn't seem to help himself as he dug his hand deep into his pockets and retrieved a few silver sickles.

"That should do for the cups," he said putting the money on the counter behind her and the woman thanked him and swept to the back of the shop, stowing her wand back into her apron.

"Smooth move, Lupin," Lily said as he turned around and shoved his hands back into his pockets.

Upon hearing her address him, Remus glanced up and his eyes widened at the sight of Lily standing there before him, smirking.

"Lily… What are you doing here?"

Lily considered telling him the whole truth but she was sure that the moment she mentioned Sirius' name then Remus would back away and not speak to her afterwards. She knew from personal experience that he closed himself off from everyone at the end of last term when Sirius was brought up in conversation or somewhere nearby.

"Coffee, and you?"

Remus shrugged, smiling at her.

"I was at the bookshop and thought I'd stop here before heading home."

Lily nodded and glanced at the bag he was carrying and whistled loudly.

"Stocking up for Hogwarts already?"

Remus chuckled, lifting the bag.

"Sort of. Mostly summer reading though," he said and Lily grinned.

"Let's see then," she said as she led him over to her table and he lifted the bag and she peaked inside, pulling out a book from the top.

She ran her fingers over the front cover and looked up at him curiously.

"I thought you already owned, Hogwarts: A History? I borrowed it second year."

Remus shrugged.

"I did, but there was a mishap and Sirius accidentally knocked it into the fire during the post Quidditch victory party last year."

"Against Ravenclaw?"

He nodded.

"Quite the story actually, I-"

But however it went, she never found out.

Sirius was striding towards them, his hair shining dazzlingly in the sun and the dark sunglasses that were undoubtedly diminishing the brightness made Lily wonder if he was slightly hung-over. Not that it mattered.

Remus' skin suddenly turned chalk white and he turned to Lily and she passed him the book guiltily, having momentarily forgotten that Sirius was on his way to meet her.

"Remus-"

"I'll er… I'll catch up with you later," he interrupted as he put the book back into his bag and hurriedly walked away in the opposite direction without any further words of goodbye.

Lily sighed heavily as she slumped into her chair and propped her head up on her closed fist and frowned as Sirius pulled out his chair.

"What's with the long face?"

She rolled her eyes and said in an accusing tone, "you scared Remus away."

He looked over her shoulder and she saw his mouth twist.

"We can reschedule if you want to catch up to him," he said pulling off his sunglasses and she shook her head sadly.

"It's fine, I'll see him later. Late night?"

He shrugged casually.

"Marlene came over, she brought wine."

Lily raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Are you two a 'thing' or whatever?"

Sirius signalled the waitress over with the flick of his index finger and glanced at the redhead.

"I wouldn't say that, it's just a bit of fun."

"It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt," she replied and he snorted.

"Nobody's going to get hurt, Evans. There's no feelings involved or anything, it's just sex."

Lily frowned.

"Sex is never just sex."

Sirius leaned forward and raised his eyebrows, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"How would you know?"

She blushed and was very grateful that the waitress chose that moment to turn up at their table. She ordered an iced tea.

"Coffee thanks," Sirius added and the waitress scribbled that down and left to take it back to the counter.

"Nice change of topic," he commented and when she ignored him he added, "Did you actually expect him to send an answer straight away?"

She shrugged.

"You said he'd be bouncing off the walls."

Sirius shook his head slowly and smiled.

"Evans, that was a figure of speech. He's probably thinking it over; you almost threw him off the Hogwarts Express at the end of term."

Lily winced.

"You heard about that?"

"Saw it for myself. I think nearly everyone did to be honest."

She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I just… I want this year to be different, you know?"

Sirius shrugged and crossed his arms over the table top.

"How so?"

"We need to grow up, Sirius. This private war needs to stop; there's enough of that going on outside of Hogwarts as it is."

Sirius watched her carefully and a small smile spread across his face.

"Your call, Head Girl."

Lily nodded and looked out over the street at children scurrying past, excitedly babbling about their new owl.

"However, I won't call a truce until he returns Twitch," she said meeting his eyes and he snorted loudly, giving her a confused frown.

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged.

"He's holding my owl hostage, I'm sure of it."

Sirius chuckled as he sat back and the waitress made her way over to the table, placing their drinks in front of them.

"Here's to a boring year ahead," Sirius said raising his mug and Lily grinned.

"You're coming back then?"

He shook his head.

"Still undecided."

She sighed, raising her glass and pressing it against his.

"You suck, Black."

James was lounging on the steps to the back patio with Twitch perched on the back of the table chairs nearby. The owl appeared to be watching him, waiting for him to send it away with his reply.

He sighed as he turned away and ruffled his hair exasperatedly. Why on earth was Lily Evans, of all people, suggesting to meet up with him? Of all people. It was common knowledge that they didn't get along, mostly due to her stubbornness and anti-pranking attitude. (And it might possibly also have something to do with his arrogance and tendency to pull said pranks.)

"What's on your mind, son?"

James turned to see his Father walking out of the back doors with a plate of muffins. He stopped and offered the plate to Twitch whom he regarded with curiosity, as the owl picked at one of the vanilla muffins appreciatively.

Mr. Potter offered his arm to the owl who eyed him suspiciously for a moment before stepping onto it and resting on his forearm. He smiled as he made his way over with the plate and sat himself beside his son who raised his eyebrows at him inquisitively.

"Where did we find this one then? It's not injured is it?" he asked as he turned to inspect it but James stopped him by patting his shoulder.

"Its fine Dad, it's not a new addition to Mum's animal rescue crew. It belongs to someone that I go to school with," he explained as he accepted one of the muffins.

Mr. Potter nodded and stroked the owl's fluffy head affectionately.

"Nice one this is. Who does it belong to?"

"Its name is Twitch, and belongs to Lily Evans."

"Ah, Evans. The one and only?"

James shook his head and refused to meet the knowing eyes that were much like his own, hazel and spattered with flecks of green and gold.

"She invited me to lunch at the Leaky Cauldron later this week," he muttered and his Father smiled and bit into a muffin.

After swallowing, he said, "you're not planning to use her owl as blackmail, are you?" he quipped and James rolled his eyes in his direction.

"Of course not, I expect Twitch is just waiting for me to answer her."

Mr. Potter frowned, giving the owl a confused look.

"So… Why is he still here then?"

James chuckled to himself.

"She is still here because I'm still thinking about it."

Mr. Potter guffawed loudly, causing Twitch to hoot in fright and take off over to the bird bath in the backyard under the shade of the large tree where she dipped her beak in to drink the water in the huge bowl.

James gave his Father an incredulous look.

"What?" Mr. Potter asked, disbelief etched on his face. "You've only been mad for this girl since you were fourteen, James. And now you don't know if you're going to catch up for lunch with her? What's gotten into you, son?"

James sighed and turned away, picking up a stone and rubbing its edges distractedly.

"I just… I dunno, alright? The last time I checked we weren't on the best of terms. And now this just comes out of the blue? I'm not buying it."

Mr. Potter nodded thoughtfully, polishing off the rest of his muffin as he watched Twitch shake her feathers so that they made her appear puffy.

"Perhaps she had a change of heart?" he suggested finally and James just shrugged.

"Or maybe she's regretting not throwing me off the train."

Mr. Potter snorted.

"Come off it, son. That's a bit dramatic don't you think?"

"Well how do you explain the sudden letter out of nowhere?" James suddenly straightened up and glanced at his Father. "You know, I'll bet anything it's Sirius having a laugh. He's a right old prat, he is."

Mr. Potter shook his head disbelievingly.

"Now, James, I know you're having your differences, but Sirius wouldn't do that. He knows how you feel about the girl; surely you don't really think he would write you a letter under her name?"

James shrugged and threw the stone at the bark of the tree with gusto.

"I wouldn't know what to think anymore," he muttered and his Father sighed.

"It was a mistake, James. I spoke with him after it happened-"

"Mistake or not, he almost had someone killed, Dad. He almost had Remus kill someone! Do you know what would have happened if-"

"If he hadn't realised what he did and came straight to you?"

James opened and closed his mouth, appearing much like a goldfish.

"I… You… Whatever! What's done is done, there's no going back from here. Remus doesn't deserve what Sirius did to him, and neither does Snape. We trusted him, Dad."

Mr. Potter shook his head sadly and pushed himself up off the step, picking up the plate as he did.

"You may feel this way now, James, but you'll work it out in the end."

James gritted his teeth and turned to glare at him.

"Yeah? Well what if I don't want to work things out? What if I don't want to be his friend anymore?"

Mr. Potter simply shrugged.

"What if Lily really did write to you, and intends to smooth things over?"

James rolled his eyes.

"That's completely off topic."

Mr. Potter ruffled the messy grey hairs on top of his head, frowning at his son in a frustrated manner.

"You can't spend your time worrying about the 'what ifs' in life, James. You'll only end up with more questions than you can handle. Sitting here thinking about it won't give you the answers you're looking for."

And with that he turned and walked back into the house, closing the door behind him with a snap.

James glared after him and pushed himself up off the patio roughly, furiously kicking stones as he stormed down onto the grass, intending to take off into the meadow behind the Potter's manor.

"Alright, so tell me this. If you and Snape had never been friends, would you have been so defensive of him?"

Lily raised an eyebrow at Sirius who was twirling his sunglasses around his fingers, watching her intently.

"About what?"

Sirius tilted his head and gave her a meaningful look and she sighed.

"I don't know, maybe. If he didn't deserve all the crap you lot gave him."

Sirius scoffed loudly.

"Excuse you, but I'll have you know that half the time it wasn't just us starting the fights. He gave as good as he got, I assure you."

Lily narrowed her eyes and sipped her iced tea.

"I'm not here to argue with you over who started what because quite frankly, I don't care."

He leaned forward and crossed his arms over the table, grinning despite her iciness.

"Would you have believed whoever came to tell you that you were a witch if you weren't friends?"

Lily laughed regardless of how she previously felt and ran her fingers through her hair before answering.

"They would have had to have showed me some pretty neat tricks before we went gallivanting off to Diagon Alley on this grand adventure."

Sirius grinned and picked at the fruit cake on his plate, eating the red cherry bits and leaving the rest.

"Alright, I've got one for you. If you hadn't got into Gryffindor, and you were placed in Slytherin instead, would you still have rebelled against your family and moved out?"

Sirius scrunched up his nose in thought for a moment before frowning at her.

"I would have had to have been a different person. I don't have the qualities of a Slytherin."

Lily cleared her throat.

"I'd say you have a few."

Sirius shrugged.

"I'm kind of ambitious, I guess-"

"I was leaning more towards the fact that you're an arsehole…"

Sirius' eyes widened playfully as he snatched a lump of his cake and tossed it, hitting her squarely on the chin.

Lily gasped loudly and retaliated by punching his upper shoulder and recoiling with a wince, shaking her fist and pouting her bottom lip.

"Not fair, I was only half kidding," she said and he waggled his finger at her.

"If I could be in any other house though, what would it be?"

Lily tilted her head and stared at him curiously, wrinkling up her face in concentration.

Sirius sighed loudly, glancing at his wrist watch.

"This isn't a test, you know," he reprimanded her, sticking his tongue out.

"Well it's just…" Lily sipped her iced tea and drummed her fingers on the glass. "I can't exactly picture you in another house. I mean, you're a Gryffindor, bold and true."

Sirius smiled.

"Thanks, Evans."

She grinned and shrugged.

"What about me? Which house would I be in?"

Sirius pretended to think and then sniggered evilly.

"Hufflepuff, for sure."

Lily crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes.

"Why?"

He shrugged.

"You're nice. Too nice, almost. A softie, if you will. And you're a duffer."

She rolled her eyes and picked up a slice of fruit cake and bit into it.

"Hufflepuff are not duffers! Besides I don't think I'm all that nice. I can be a real bitch when I'm riled up-"

"Everyone can be, I think. We've all got things that make us snap, you know?"

She nodded solemnly.

"Like Snape, right?"

Sirius shrugged.

"Like James, yeah?"

She poked her tongue out childishly.

"He can be really annoying, believe me."

"Evans, I've lived with him; I know how frustrating he can get."

They shared a smile before Sirius checked his watch for real this time and whistled.

"Shouldn't you be heading home for dinner?"

She nodded, finishing the rest of her drink and stood up, collecting her bag.

"You coming?"

He smiled and put his hands inside his pockets.

"I don't think so; I might just grab something on the way back to mine."

She picked up the last remaining slice of fruit cake and offered it to him. He stepped forward, picked out a cherry and popped it into his mouth, grinning his thanks.

Lily chuckled as she shook her head and they each made their way down the road, talking about the qualities one another had to win the Triwizard Cup.

James rolled up the parchment and beckoned to Twitch who flew over from the bird bath, hooting indignantly as she did. He tied it to her legs and scratched her head affectionately.

"Time for you to go home," he said offering his arm and Twitch climbed aboard and he walked onto the grass and sighed.

"Off you go," he said lifting his arm and Twitch hooted once more and took flight, almost hitting him in the face as she flapped her wings and soared into the night sky.

James watched her go with a sombre expression when he heard footsteps on the patio behind him.

Turning he saw his father standing there, leaning against the chair.

"Dinner's ready," he said and made to leave but James called his name.

"Listen, Dad, about earlier-"

Mr. Potter turned back and held up his hand to indicate silence.

"Don't worry about it, son. I understand that it's hard for you with Sirius, and I must admit, it's more about me being selfish. I do miss him, rather a lot. And you can deny it as much as you want, but I know that you do too."

James sighed and headed up the steps and stood in front of him, noting that he was now slightly taller than his father who was standing there staring at him defiantly.

"I do miss him, believe me. But what he did is unforgivable, and I'm sorry if that's hard for you to understand but it's just the way it is. It sucks, I know."

Mr. Potter clapped him on the shoulder and was about to respond when Mrs. Potter called out from the kitchen.

"Dinner's getting cold! James? Atticus! Where are you?"

Mr. Potter smirked and said, "Well, we'd better get in there before she comes out here and gets us herself," and together they walked into the kitchen, with James closing the door behind him and stopping only to catch a glimpse of the bright stars twinkling merrily in the dark sky outside.

Lily made her way up the front porch to find Petunia still sitting on the porch swing. It appeared she had fallen asleep and was snoring slightly.

Smiling to herself, Lily crept over to her and shook her gently.

"Tuney," she whispered and Petunia's eyes snapped open and she sat up sharply, hiding a yawn behind her hand as she did.

"What time is it?" she asked glancing up at the sky and Lily giggled.

"Time for dinner. Have you been out here all day?"

Petunia got up off the swing and Lily helped her collect up all of her magazines and together they walked inside.

"I must have just dozed off," she answered as they dropped the magazines on the couch and headed into the kitchen where their Father was setting the table and their Mother carried over some plates for him.

She smiled and kissed them each on the cheek and said, "Have a seat, dinner's almost ready."

Without another word, the girls separated and sat themselves on opposite sides of the table and Mrs. Evans turned back to the stove sadly, dabbing at her eyes with her apron.

It had been something the girls had started ever since Lily begun at Hogwarts; before then they would always sit beside each other whispering about whatever it was that little girls talked about. But it had been years since they'd ever had something to whisper about.

"How was your day, pumpkin?" Mr. Evans asked as he sat himself down at the table and glanced at his wide worriedly before turning to his youngest daughter.

Lily shrugged, passing Petunia over a plate.

"It was fine, I saw Remus as well. And then Sirius and I met up at a café and talked all afternoon."

Mr. Evans smiled.

"Sounds lovely. And did you find the perfect wedding dress, sweetheart?" he asked turning to his eldest daughter who shook her head as Lily handed her Father a plate.

"Not yet, I dozed off half-way through the pile," she said with a sheepish smile and accepted another plate from Lily and put it in their Mother's spot.

Mrs. Evans brought over a platter of vegetables and sat them in the middle of the table.

"Not to worry darling, you'll find it," she said patting Petunia's shoulder kindly and moved off to get the patties from the frying pan.

Lily's gaze went to the window, and her thoughts turned to Twitch and James Potter.

She couldn't help but wonder if James was reading the letter now, or if maybe he hadn't yet received it. She had heard from Severus that most of the Pureblood witches and wizards lived further away from Muggles, so perhaps it was taking Twitch a while to get the message to him; she'd never ventured to the Potters' before.

"Lily, did you hear your Father?" Mrs. Evans interrupted and Lily shook her head and turned to see her family watching her curiously.

"Vegetables, love?"

She nodded and smiled gratefully as he passed her the vegetables and she loaded up her plate, the thought of James Potter now flying to the back of her mind.

A/N:

Just a note to say that I am a proud Hufflepuff, and if I offended anyone then I am very sorry, that wasn't my intention.

Thanks again for reading everyone.

Until next chapter,

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